quickattackjack: (drammaaaa)
[VIDEO- morning]

[Today is One of Those Days but that isn't going to stop old Jack from trying to reach out. when the feed flickers on it reveals...nothing. There are busy streets behind him rife with general 4th Wall chaos but the gear moves as if it is being carried and not being aimed at anything in particular. It isn't like Jack to cam nothing (except when it is).]

Finally! Yes! Hello! I need some help! I can't seem to--BATS

[The 'gear clatters to the ground, doing several flips. There seems to be no Jack in sight although something is retrieving device from the sidewalk.]

I'm having a horrible time staying corporal and not the good kind of horrible!


[ACTION for ABSOLUTELY ANYWHERE ACROSS THE POKE'NATION--lunchtime to night time]

[What was that sound?]

[Was somebody standing over there just now? Surely it was just a trick of the light. No. No, it was not. The familiar form of Mr. Skellington in his traveling clothes is drifting around Johto and Kanto occasionally flickering in and out of sight as he struggles with things like not floating upside down and keeping his gear in his hands.]

[THIS IS NOT WHAT HE WENT TO HAUNTING SCHOOL FOR DAMN IT.]
quickattackjack: (Default)
[Another one of these, was it?]

[The old skeleton has been in Johto for four long years. This is nothing new. With all the madness around him, he's determined to have a nice day! Fleshless as ever, yet still dressed in easily identifiable clothes by those who know him, Jack sits at an outdoor Goldenrod cafe table and flips through his 'gear to see what there is to see.]

[His Murkorw, Edgar, perches on the back of the chair across from him and preens herself.]
quickattackjack: (failed another social cue)
[The feed opens and focuses on a weary face. Or it would be looking weary if there were any skin on it. There is a skull staring pleadingly at you with cold dead eye sockets. 8c It's gone and happened AGAIN and though he doesn't mind being his old bony self at all, he knows he's going to end up scratching his glasses if this keeps up. They had fallen right off! He's hooked them onto his coat collar.]

I really really hate to be any trouble but--

[The video shakes as Jack stumbles on the spot and catches himself against a lamp post. Busy Goldenrod can be seen behind him.]

--but I need help. Someone has... oh, this is embarrassing. Someone has taken off with my left leg! I'd really like it back. It's about...well long as a leg, I suppose.

[He angles the 'gear down to show his limp pants leg flapping in the wind from the knee downwards.] It should still have my shoe on it. It looks like this. [He shows the 'gear his shoe before the feed cuts.]

(( OOC: Feel free to run into Jack as he limps around town and help him look for his leg or lol at his misfortune!))
quickattackjack: (???)
[ Joining the buzz of confusion filling the Poke'Network today is a very concerned face--or the lack of a face really. No skin, no hair, no lips or eyes...a bleached skull peers into his poke'gear's camera with a pair of glasses pinched in his boney fingers.]


I really hate to be a bother to anyone, but...my nose has disappeared. And my ears. Not that I'm complaining, you see! But...is it just me?

[Jack tries to put his glasses back on out of habit and fumbles them to the ground.]

Whup--- NO! NO NO NO!

[The 'gear's view swings wildly to reveal that Jack was on a sunny route, minding his own damn business, but traveling, as one must on some routs, near a Ledge.

Jack groans.]


Oooh, I swear these blasted natural formations will be the death of me...now I've got to go all the way back aro-- what is that?

[He peers at something off-camera with much interest. Soon, a rumbling can be heard.]

Why...it's a automobile. It's going terribly fast, I don't think that's safe...there isn't a road way out here in these woods what in the WORLD do they think they're doing?

[ Le squint.]

Are they...?

[ Jack's face, though he has not an inch of skin to speak of, goes through a hilarious kaleidoscope of expressions before settling on D8!!!!!!!!!!!4 He tears away from the ledge and abandons his 'gear in the middle of the path in favor of some nice, inviting bushes to dive headfirst into because....]



~*FUCK LEDGES*~


[OOC: Help a rattled skeleton find his glasses in the wreckage of several innocent trees or run for your fucking lives with him. Oh Jesus help us all. Cruella will be tagging around this weekend under my personal journal wolfyttwisted.]